Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I’m beat and so this is going to be a rambling collection of a few things on my mind. Spring is here and the dogwoods are blooming. It is beautiful and luckily we’re beginning to get some rain which has cleansed the air from various pollens that gave me sinus headaches most days last week.
I now have an index of my writings posted. You can to this site and find post by categories… Yes, I really write satire and poetry, just not recently, but you can find old examples of both here.. And if you are looking for my famous cornbread recipe, you can find it here. Check it out!
And although I’m really a winter kind of guy, there are some things that I love to do in the summer. I found a picture of Johnny Mercer’s pier on a blog from North Carolina (heaven on earth for those of you who haven’t been blessed by the Old North State). Thank you Friday Night Fish Fry for allowing me to post it. Can believe people's already on the water down there, but it is May isn't it? I use to spend a lot of time at Johnny Mercer’s, when it was a wooden pier that creaked and moaned when you walked on it. It was classic. Right down the street was the Palm Room and Oyster Bar, where you could get a drink and oysters on the half-shell served with hot sauce or bit of horseradish. That’s all still there, but it's a private club now. Every time a hurricane came through, the pier became a little bit shorter until it barely made it out beyond the breakers. A few years ago they replaced the wooden structure with this cement pier. The charm is gone and they now charge you just to walk on it. We’ll see how long it stands. What is it that the good book says about a house built on sand?
I forgot about Administrative Assistant day last week. I didn’t think about it until driving home when they had a piece about it on NPR It use to be Secretary Day, but Hallmark has gone politically correct. In order to amend for my sin of omission, the next morning, between meeting someone for breakfast and rushing into the office, I went into a local shop (or should that be shoppe since it was a trendy place) and picked out an orchid for K. It was by far the best orchid on display, much nicer than the one I got last year and cost about the same number of greenbacks. There were eight or so blooms on the plant and another four buds ready to bloom. My assistant seemed pleased (she had also forgotten about the day, so it didn't matter that it came a day late). Today I was admiring the plant on her desk and wondered out-loud about when those buds were going to open up. K. laughed. Then I looked closely at the flower for the first time realized it’s a silk plant. Those buds will never open! They’ll be held in eternal suspense. K said she prefers this artificial flower to the real ones I got her last year. I don’t know if she said this to make me feel better or because the one I gave her last year began to die a week later.